Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Hitting the wall.

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Chores done, cats fed and water refreshed... litter managed earlier this evening.  My food, of course.  A shower in.  I am not starting laundry, or setting up dishes, that is that.  I did clean the prep area.  It is ready for a meal later.  I will take the hindquarters out, pressure cook them frozen.  I am just... curious... how well that works.  I want to see if the meat tastes funny... or not so.

A few other things done, if nothing fancy or much.  It has been a good night.  I probably ate a bit too much, but my body is doing weird things on keto again.  Fully keto?  I would guess so.  But just.  Going through the odd phases.  I ought to have some electrolytes.  Hmm, maybe pickle juice?  A bit of both.  I have a powder additive, for electrolytes.  Still, pickle juice or vinegar and water etc works well.  The problem with a vinegar concoction is that I don't have lemon or lime.  Really, that is quite needed for that, for me.

Not a bad go.  I still have some things I'd desperately like to do, but I just... I can't quite make it.  Soon, very soon.  Phone calls.  Business and family.  As well, I need to get to town.  Things to check, do, maybe.  Having some food at the ready, more with soup if I can get that going, and life is easier.  Then it's just snacks and small meals with which I need tarry.

I may have to try to sleep, nap longly, tonight, in an attempt to overwrite my current protocols.  I need to be up at this time, until about 14:00, but be clear of mind and awake enough of body.  Currently, I am crashing, hard.  Twitching.  Not that I have done too much, more that I have simply used my day, and well.  It is coming time to sleep.  Sleep isn't an option.  I am doing well to finish this up.

Good morning, day, and night.

2 comments:

  1. Mom and Grandma made dill pickles.
    The juice was awesome!

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  2. Yes, my mother too! Oh, I actually still dream of that. Crisp as an apple, garlic and fresh garden dill. She grew everything. I wasn't so into the juice then. Too young, mostly. When I finally realized how good the juice was, we moved and she couldn't garden. *sigh* I still, sometimes, dream of that... and the juice.

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